Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.